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Chapter 42: A Creeper's Longest Day.
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"Wait, you're going to work? But it's Sunday," Gina asked with a raised brow, continually twirling the lollipop on her lips, moving her leg back and forth while slumping deeper into the sofa.
"It's not work, it's just, Miss Cole asked me to help her out with some boxes… I mean, she's old, you know," Troy said, grabbing two bottles of water and placing them in his black bag.
Honey appeared from upstairs with an iPad in her hands, her head nodding back and forth from the music, "Gina ordered wings, they're in the microwave—"
Gina slapped her face with an annoyed sigh; she was planning on eating them.
Troy smiled, moved to the microwave, grabbed the wings, then signalled retreat, leaving the door behind him to close by itself.
Gina eyed Honey when she took a seat on one of the sofas. "So… how was it?"
Honey raised a brow. "How was what?"
Gina sighed as a click of the tongue escaped her, and she paused for a moment, eyes shifting to the TV and turning back. "The sex."
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Troy walked toward the diner's doors after parking in the driveway.
"Troy!" Miss Cole called from afar, standing near a mountain of brown boxes covered in tape.
Smiling, Troy approached, but the grin softly turned into a look of confusion, because right behind her, leaning on the doors of a police car, was a figure standing there, waiting for him.
"Mr Swarn… right?" Troy said, raising a hand for a shake.
Charlie raised a hand back. "Forgot me already?"
"Oh na, na, I just didn't expect to see you here," Troy said, "I mean, you usually come on Thursdays—"
A dirty truck suddenly pulled up beside them, as a teen with long black hair and a semi-masculine build walked out.
"Jacob," Charlie straightened, and for the first time, Troy saw the man smile. "How's the old man?"
"Oh, he's good… he just keeps complaining about yesterday's game," Jacob walked toward them, breath hitched a tad too much from visible fatigue. "He lost the bet."
Troy didn't react as he should have; he could clearly feel the tang of dog in the air, so he had an idea of what the lad was.
"Sup," Troy greeted back when Jacob offered a fist bump.
Beside them, Miss Cole clapped her hands together. "Okay, since Jacob's bigger, he should carry the boxes on the left. Tory, you get the smaller ones."
Miss Cole moved beside them, carried one of the boxes from the ground, and with difficulty, placed it on Jacob's truck.
Then she turned to Troy. "Did you bring the bottles?"
Troy nodded, taking out the two bottles of water from his bag. Miss Cole smiled when he handed them over. But unexpectedly, she handed one of them to Charlie.
"What?" Miss Cole asked, questioning Troy and Jacob's raised brows. "I'm not paying you to get tired. Go on, get to work."
Troy sighed while shaking his head.
Jacob raised a hand, but it got ignored, because only God knew how much he wanted to express that he wasn't actually getting paid; he was doing it as a favor.
Jacob turned to Troy, "You're gonna split the check, right?"
Troy nearly laughed at his words, "Bro, I don't even know what she's talking about. This is unpaid labor."
And they couldn't help but laugh at the situation.
Before they knew it, they had spent thirty minutes endlessly moving boxes and loading them on Jacob's truck.
"I guess we have to make two rounds," Jacob expressed, noting how his truck was full.
Troy shook his head, breathing loudly in pretence, "No need."
He took his keys, ran toward the driving lot, and pulled up his truck.
Jacob moved his hands to his head, "Shit… that's—"
"Yep," Troy said, smiling as he exited. "Linza."
"Linza?" Jacob raised a brow, totally confused. "I meant ugly."
Troy laughed at Jacob's lie.
"No, seriously, man, this is bad," Jacob shook his head when he continued. "What is it anyway… Sky Ranger 1991?"
Troy didn't even have to answer.
"Sell it to me?!" Jacob said, head turning to him. "I mean, I don't have to, it's just… I feel sorry for you. You know what, I'll even give you a trade."
He extended his hand, keys brought forward.
Troy laughed, "That's not gonna work, buddy. I had to rig off an old man for this thing."
He walked forward and continued lifting the boxes, this time placing them atop his truck.
Jacob sighed at his failed tactics, but he shrugged it off, finally accepting that today was 'one of them ones,' or in normal English, a day consumed by bad luck.
After another fifteen minutes, they finished loading.
"Okay, good work." Miss Cole approached them with Charlie, who was drinking a bottle of water. "Now, we have to take them to Charlie's house."
Troy raised a brow.
"And Jacob," Miss Cole said, eyes narrowed, "put a shirt on, my daughter's around."
Jacob laughed, moved to his truck, and put on a shirt drenched in sweat.
"Ay, boss." Troy approached Miss Cole.
Miss Cole smiled, "Yeah, yeah, don't worry, honey, Charlie's house isn't that far. And look at the bright side, he promised to buy you guys pizza."
An unintentional smile spread on Troy's lips, but he couldn't completely accept it; that would be a jinx.
Jacob, who was leaning on his truck, waiting for everyone to get ready, blinked in consistent thought, continually forging jokes and flirty topics to bring up in front of her.
"Okay, let's get moving," Charlie said, entering his car, with Troy and Jacob following.
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